winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and
as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe...
like death but it looks like fun I was a loner I was just waiting by myself When you, warped temptress Rose to bring me happiness and wealth Black tears, black
outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe